Long Hailstones Poems
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Shock hits my heart like a bolt of lightning.
Then the tears fall, heavy rain from the storm cloud above my head.
The same questions; Why? Why? Why?
Guilt hits me, stinging my skin like hailstones.
Then anger comes. Like a tornado. I am engulfed inside this rotating column that twists and spins uncontrollably.
Slowly the freezing fog of depression envelops me. It reduces my visibility on life. I can't see a way forward anymore.
Eventually time brings a thaw. I see bursts of beauty between the showers. The rainbow brings its pot of gold, full of loving memories of you.
The sun begins to shine again, bringing acceptance and hope for the future. Its warmth is my connection to you.
As the seasons pass I still have days when the snow falls cold and silently around me. Or like a breeze you blow your memories over me, softly reminding me you are still here.
She hated him.
Could she tell that to the shrink?
She hated the ex-lover with all her heart.
How dared he jilt her for that bit of a tart?
How dared he stab her to the hilt,
Straight to her broken heart?
The wound was deep and hurt
Oh Lord, how it hurt.
Now she knew what a broken heart was.
But she would not cry. Plenty of fish!
Her heart craved for love.
She'll love on the rebound.
What does she care?
So she'll confess all to the shrink.
Would he understand?
He looked so young, but
That's how she loved them:
Young and full of pluck.
To think how shy she was of him
during her first sessions.
So she would not open her heart,
but closed like a clam
she invented things.
Time had arrived for the truth.
She lay back on the couch.
She could see clouds
gathering outside the window.
An omen? A memory?
Where were he and the tart?
On an isolated bench
under an umbrella?
Would those hailstones large as balls
were to fall on them.
She thought of snow and Christmas bells
but the hailstones rattled the window.
Then she realized, the stones
had the form of a zero.
Time to end a romance and start another.
She turned towards the shrink
and smiled and fantasized....
he was so handsome after all.
Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about winter, cold, rain, rains, frost, frosts, snow, snowflakes, wind, children, childhood, hail, hail stones, winter life.
Mushroom-gathering,
rushing to beat
cold evening rains.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Ceremonious
hailstones
assail my hinoki hat.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Caught hatless
in a winter shower?
So it goes.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
How many frosts
have tested
this pine’s mettle?
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
A winter drizzle
obscures
the field’s freshcut stubble.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The drinkers’ faces
paler than the snow:
a flash of lightning.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The polished mirror
clear as snowflake petals.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The relentless wind
sharpens rocks and stones,
topples cedars.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Cold fear
desolate as a deserted
frost-crusted shack.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
How marvelous,
the winter snow
will return as rain.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Children come running,
dodging jewels:
hailstones.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
At least the world has left,
unblemished and unbegrimed,
a single wooden bowl.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The bowl in question had been left by Rotsu in Osaka, and was returned undamaged seven years later. Rotsu was a Basho disciple.
The mud snail’s closed lid:
winter confinement.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Inside my hut,
watching my own breath:
winter confinement.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
So weary of Kyoto,
of the withering wind
and winter life.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I will soon be included
among the fortunate ones:
beyond winter.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I see all of the tragedies all around as even the tallest mountains shake
Who says this is stable ground as now in Nepal yet another earthquake
I seen floods and their wicked path the tsunami that is coming ashore
The hurricane in all it's wrath yet an arsenal that contains even more
I see hailstones the size of baseballs and drought that's only just begun
As each past whether record falls yet the Earth is certainly not yet done
For the storms seem to get worse yet no one's really paying attention
Like our own self style created curse as morals are but a mere mention
Three thousand died in America yesterday but oh yeah they were unborn
And let the world also add their say and why His people are under scorn
Three thousand more today with a sky so blue and 3,000 more tomorrow
The world having taken your soul from within leaving you with no sorrow
We can't predict such disaster as we should have learned from the past
The Lord is King and Master who'd dare break but even one of His cast
To many there is no connection in direct contrast to The Creators Word
Psalms 22:31 is of God's election despite from man what you've heard
Olympus
Built from the milky flame descending from the Potter's nebula,
Forming a colossal pyramid,
Here dwell the labouring mothers
Of human destinies, fine-tuning the vast fields of raw imagination through the ages,
Shaping the celestial elevation we cherish as civilisation.
How did we defile the holiness of heaven,
That your hailstones pound our rusted roofs,
And drag our habitats deeper into Hades
By insatiable quakes?
Olympus, devouring our peace of mind
With air raids and precision strikes,
Annihilating a generation before a womb can conceive,
Clouding every morning with the thick smoke
Of war's ballistic cigarettes.
O Olympus,
You were a saviour yesterday
And a murderer today.
Uche Chidozie Okorie
Having waited for long after hard laboring,
Tilling, planting, manuring and irrigating;
Keeping stray animals away from grazing them,
Protecting them from dangers, as though, costly gem;
Treating the illnesses of better-half who's weak,
Pleasing the moods of kids, who fun and frolics seek;
Eating sometimes; evading timely food, often,
Pleading the money-lenders their hearts to soften;
Weeding the field frequently when it's so needed,
Cleansing, spraying pesticides when it's thus weeded;
Drizzles, hailstones and storms visit the fields, betwixt,
Tending the fallen plants, he gets the problems fixed;
Thus, midst mounting temptations and tribulations,
When his hopes reach their zenith of expectations;
Floods unforeseen, when whole year's livelihood destroy,
He stands calm, yet, facing forces of pain and joy...!
15 March 2022
Homeless, I am hunkered down
inside of a garbage bin.
And hailstones morph into rats
gnawing at my exposed skin.
Hunger claws at my stomach;
a pain that I've learned to bear.
And a putrid odor clings
to the dirty rags I wear.
Corrosive tears flow freely;
within my cocoon of shame.
And I keep my head hung low;
in self-pity and self-blame.
The sun has abandoned me;
to the darkness of the night.
And left me here all alone;
a neon sign for a light.
Sleep promises to save me;
yet it often fails to come.
And I'm lying here frightened;
both vulnerable and numb.
Unseasonal summer rains at once burst
Everywhere litter and garbage dispersed
Making men run here and there for shelter
In no time, life becomes helter-skelter
Unexpected like facing an old friend
Heat waves turn into zephyrs in the end
Enraptured by a great relief to hearts
Pleasant weather diffused in many parts
Unlucky for farmers who toiled year long
Grains stay afloat; a heart rendering song
In the wink of an eye, things go tumbled
Happy dreams about their kindred crumbled
Unkind like a bad master who reviles
Vicious arrows of words for making trials
With tongue lashing, makes the servants feel hurt
As huge hailstones thudding down with a spurt
Unfurls an eye feasting vibrant rainbow
Cleans air and makes leaves look fresh and aglow
Koel starts singing as if spring gets back
A curtain raiser to ‘Fall’ next on track
Place: 2nd
Since my childhood, I love summer
It wakes up in me a dreamer.
The luring bells of the ice-cream seller,
Made me gaze for him at the street corner
Till noon, across the fields, used to wiggle
Enjoy lunch with granny’s spicy mango pickle
Sidling along the rows of swishing trees
Running after humming dragon- flies
Picking plums tactfully from thorny bushes
Wondering in the widespread lushes
Rolling on the dunes of soft sands
At tranquil brook, collecting shiny shells
Dancing merrily in pre-monsoon rains
Vying with friends for the white balls of hailstones
Sleeping in the midst of the lawn
Enjoying the sweet breezes of Night queen
Listening to the epic stories of mom
Under the canopy of stars that gleam
Eyes running through the maze of stars
Drooping slowly into deep slumbers
The Good Old Days Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 16-01-2021
won: 8th position
AWAKENING
Sleep and slumber, dreams of wonder... weaving,
morning’s vacuum broke the spell
Pitted pillow, note of parting... leaving,
“from your friend, a fond farewell”
Sunrise throbbing, twilight aching... grieving,
daydreams, flashbacks, nightmares knell
Pale phantasms, visions sneaking... thieving,
plot to fill the empty shell
12 DELIRIA
1st Delirium: Collapses
Fractured sky bolts, billows bursting... rumbling,
heavens tighten, turn the vise
Horsemen saddle shafts of lightning... tumbling,
jagged highways must suffice
Ruptured skyways, hailstones crackling... crumbling,
naked pearls of paradise
Toxic tongues of laughter stinging... stumbling,
ocean buckets choked with ice
Droplets drumming, thunder muzzled... mumbling,
washed out whispers pay the price
Smothered blazes, cinders smoking... humbling,
ashes shaped in sacrifice
2nd Delirium: Descents
Asphalt alleys, ashen faces... frowning,
blowing bubbles, chewing gum
Drinking ale from tavern tankards... downing,
moonlit beads of painted rum
Stony stars and sea misshapen... drowning,
humble rivers’ rhythms hum
Apparitions aspirating... clowning,
diamonds dying , minstrels strum
Incandescent candles conquered... crowning,
vacant vapours, cold and numb
3rd Delirium: Fates
Tempest turmoil, tapered turrets... holding,
dungeons, dragons, chains and racks
Wheels of fortune, Tarot temptress... molding,
Hangmen, Towers, One Eyed Jacks
Sand dune castles, cryptic candles... folding,
warping walls of liquid wax
Idols colder, combed and coddled... scolding,
hide in fissures, peek through cracks
continued in part 2